Balcony Masturbation [F18] [Public, exhibitionism]

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She slides open the balcony door and steps out. The view from the tenth floor is perfect: the beach is right there and stretches out towards the sapphire blue water and then, beyond that, nothing. The horizon seems to promise endless adventure. Heather inhales deeply the smell of the ocean and feels a sort of calm overcome her that can only be described as peace.

There’s all sorts of people down below. The beach is crowded. The sidewalks are crowded. Heather is feeling herself become more and more impulsive day by day and without even thinking the girl reaches behind her to undo the strings of her bikini top and simply lets it fall to the ground at her feet. Her breasts, once free, hang only slightly and the pink of her nipples shines in the warm sun. It excites her, the idea that anyone below could glance up and see her there. Her eyes scan for someone, anyone who might be looking.

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He tastes salty like sweat. He tastes like her husband. Watching him come apart over top her, just barely holding it together while she sucks his cock, it makes her pussy ache. It also makes her bob her head faster and swipe her tongue harder. She can practically feel his heart pounding through his shaft. *Thump-thump-thump*. Like a drum.

Her fingers knead his balls into her palm. There’s power in this, sucking cock, more than anyone is likely to admit. Sarah certainly *feels* powerful when, clotting her throat with Alan’s bulbous head, he experiences a full-body shiver that she can feel as much as see.

“I-I’m close, babe,” he advises her, words trembling as much as the rest of him.

She decides, then, to pull her mouth off his member, and he practically whines from high above. His complaint is short-lived, however, as the hand that’s been toying with his balls returns to his shaft and begins stroking him, base-to-tip, the movement slicked by the saliva she’s left her in wake. At first, Sarah watches her hand, how with the slightest bit of pressure, her husband’s cock will swell up even larger than it already is, making the already prominent veins running along his shaft bulge as if angry. Then, she diverts her gaze upward and grins.

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[F18/M18] Sundays Are For Church

This is an excerpt from a series of stories of mine I wrote for a publisher who disappeared off the face of the planet and which I’ve been wanting to revisit since that venture fell through. I hope you guys enjoy it! Any and all feedback is very much appreciated.

All the talk of Alan has Heather dreamily thinking about the boy for the rest of Saturday and well into church on Sunday morning. His family sits a few rows ahead of them and so she gets the pleasure of admiring his head of curly dark hair and when he glances around the pleasant shape of his face and those blue eyes and–

Yes, it’s puppy love. That’s what her mom calls it. But it’s been puppy love for a year. Well, on-and-off. Sure, there’s been other boys when they were on ‘break,’ dinner dates and movie nights and totally romantic kisses on her porch before they leave, but still, her heart just always comes back to Alan. And since she’s been thinking about the fact that Jeff Carter might possibily have a thing for her, she’s been a bit on.. edge. There’s a familiar warmth in her loins and a desire for satisfaction that her fingers simply can’t find.